September 5, 2009

we ate drive-through burritoson her living room couch. that picture of a horsetaped to her refrigerator.it was drawn by her eight year old daughter. shewas at grandma's in cedar rapids for the night.then we were in the shower. i always got themin the shower first. she had frecklesand deep sagging ravinesat the top of her breasts. dark redheat-marks underneath them.wait, she said. are you sure you wanted menot my friend?i'd been pursuing her friendthe whole night at the bar. but her boyfriend showedand i turned to plan b.i wanted you off the batbut you seemed aloofa little stuck upbut you're not at all, i saidtucking strands of red hairbehind her ears.